Marc picked up the first g string blue lace. I then picked a silky black thong, it was rather clear to see that it was smaller than the g string marc ...icked up so a definite sign that it was Laurens'. Marc suggest that I pick another pair of lingerie and then which ever is the odd one out we'd cover it in our hot cum. I agreed and next I picked up a white laced g string and judging by it, it was of Stacey. Off to Marcs room we went, where we examined the three items of sexy lingerie. On looking. At last I relented. It took two solid gulps to completely swallow my entire load but finally I did it. I gasped loudly for air and almost right away she had moved forward so her wet, juicy pussy lips was now smothering my mouth. "From now on bitch boy, EVERY time you cum you are going to be eating your own load. No exceptions."Nothing more needed to be said. I knew I was going to be doing it and so did she. Over the next 2 hours she expertly used my tongue and mouth to bring herself to at least. He then parted my pussy lips, directed his hard shaft towards my snatch and I sank down upon it.Instantly, I was overcome by a flood of feelings, both physical and emotional. I couldn’t help but gasp. It was a connection I’d never known before. Perhaps he hadn’t either. Our eyes locked and it was as though all those months of smoldering sexual tension had lead to this moment.“Chloe! Oh, fuck! Chloe!” he kept groaning over and over as his shaft pushed deep into me. And I mean really deep.“You. After I had gotten up, and brushed off most of the snow that found it's way on and under my flannel shirt, I looked to see where the one ski that had come off my boot was at. Seeing it, close to twenty feet above me on the hill, sure had me wondering exactly how far I had fallen. I looked to my side and saw how close I had been to sliding into the trees and that really shook me up. It was easy to convince myself at this point that in no way was I ready for the intermediate areas.I went up the.